Hypnotize the Moon

I’m so excited that my short story has been chosen as a finalist for a Reader’s Choice Award! I really enjoyed writing this story, and being able to add to Emily and Noah’s story was fun too. It’s exciting to see those two grow personally and as a couple. Adding in a hot set of brothers was a definite bonus as well.

As always when I write, there’s particular songs that I listen to as I write certain scenes. As I wrote the scene with Gemma and Jasper dancing in the moonlight, I listened to this country classic by Clay Walker. I hope you enjoy the song and the scene it inspired.

If you’d like to vote for “Blue Jeans and Gemstones’, I’m including the link. Thanks so much!

Craving Country

Excerpt

Gemma took a deep breath and inhaled the wonderful earthy smell that could only be found in South Louisiana. Music played from the bar’s jukebox, light music that blended in with the soft sounds of splashing water, the singing of the frogs, and other sounds of the night.

She rested her hands on the wooden railing and looked out at the stars that sparkled on the still water.

“Gorgeous,” she said.

“I agree.” Gemma turned then to see Jasper looking at her.

“Like diamonds,” he said. He reached out and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.

As if on cue, an old country song about diamonds and the moon started playing.

Jasper held out his hand, and she took it.

They moved slowly to the music, a bit awkwardly at first, as most couples do when they’re just getting to know each other.

He tugged her closer, her body pressed against his. “Like a gem, she sparkles,” his smooth voice sang close to her ear. She shivered.

The bastard chuckled and pulled her even closer, and she let him, enjoying the feel of him.

The music trailed off, and an old Southern rock staple began playing, but they paid no attention to the new music.

When he stopped dancing, she looked up, lost in his stormy blue eyes. He lowered his head to hers. When their lips touched, any chill that was in her body was instantly burned out. She was on fire. His lips moved slowly over hers, softly exploring, teasing. Her hands drifted from his shoulders to feel the expanse of his broad back. She explored the rippling muscles under the soft fabric of his shirt.

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought them both back to reality. Sheepishly, she looked away, stepping back and turning again toward the water.